Freckles Lackadaisy Novels & Stories

"let us start from easy one..say bastard " Ava was looking at him like he gone crazy.." u are cheating..this is not even a proper bad word...are u really going to break ur promise " she blackmailed him raising her eyebrow... Ryan was scratching his head in frustration " ok...so say ..f..fu..fuc...." he slammed his head on table..he can't speak more than that.. "What next..what is fuc.....hurry Ryan..I can't wait more " she was jumping on her seat like a child...

I didn't even have time to look at the menu. “Umm…” “Bring her your best steak with mashed potatoes, same for me.” “Yes sir.” The woman nodded while jotting down our order in her tiny notebook. She left after that. That was embarrassing. I looked away as I tried to hide my flushed cheeks. “What's your favourite colour, Freckles?” “Huh? Why are you asking me that all of a sudden?” “I realised we haven't really communicated. I hardly know about you, except for your sweet spots.” He smirked, and I rolled my eyes.

“Make out with Jake.” What the heck was she thinking? Jake was the arrogant bully who had tormented me and made my life a living hell for years, and she expected me to make out with him. Jake leaned in with a disgusting smirk, grabbing my waist tightly and pulling me closer to him. His breath reeked of beer and cigarettes. “Come om, prude. Don’t be a fucking tease,” Jake said, his tongue licking his lips in a disgusted pattern, and I almost puked. Something in me snapped.

Lucas slowly and frightfully puts the sunscreen back in his pocket. "You all ready to leave?" the driver asks. "Well, now we are." I try my hardest not to turn around and give Sarah the nastiest look I can muster. Sebastian looks back once at me, widening his eyes suddenly. "Damn! Freckles!" He yells. I sigh, "Yes, Sebastian. I have freckles. I didn't have time to do my makeup this morning." "You know what, I think I've come up with a new nickname."

I won't say it. Aiden is a brunette, and those aren't my type. I've been with blondes, red and dark-haired men, but never a brunette. But Aiden. I can't even think of the words. Now he laughs. Satan's spawn laughs. And it's a good sound. Fuck. "Your freckles are so much more prominent when you get all riled up." His laughs end with a few chuckles. I frown. "He was laughing because of my freckles? Because he thinks I look more stupid with them."

I swatted Maya’s butt with an impish grin and ran into the house when she came after me. Freckles was the one who drove us today and will continue until Ethan returned. I called him freckles because he had some on his face but his hair was deep shade of brown. Now I couldn’t tell if he was actually a redhead or not. If he was a redhead, I needed to know his hair stylist because not a single strand gave that away. Even his brows were the same shade as his hair. He dropped of Maya at her workplace before taking the road that led to Phoenix building.

He fielded his hands and continued, “I will happily share you with him, let’s call it a threesome how about that, but since he is of a low birth, I am afraid it’s a plague to associate” “What the hell are you talking about, don’t you have anything else to think expect from filling your head with delusional nonsense about every woman wanting to fuck you? I demand an apology for the harassment back then”. She snapped between mouthfuls. He smiled calmly. “Every woman do want to fuck me,you are the one being delusional here Freckles,now eat,you need it. You can't be passing out every time”. “The name is Angela,Angela!”

"And this one right here is my favorite." "How the fuck can you have a favorite freckle?" "Is that weird?" "Uh, yes?" Zane flares his nostrils. "And I don't have freckles. Only cute little children have them. But not me. Never me." I giggle at his pride. "What's so wrong about freckles? I have them exactly everywhere." "Yours are gorgeous," Zane is speaking in a gentler tone now. "You're a woman and a redhead—I love them on you."

Clutching the note in one hand, I shut my eyes and tried to drift off to sleep again, excited to find out what surprise Skye had planned for me. But my eye makeup felt crusty on my lashes, and no matter how I moved or what position I lay in, I couldn’t get comfortable again. With a frustrated huff I slid out of bed, wincing as my bare feet touched the cold ground. I scrubbed at my face with a makeup wipe, shifting my weight from foot to foot. My skin, despite a night of sleeping with foundation and concealer on, was still the same, unmarred pale hue that it always was, with faded, indistinct freckles most prominent across my nose, but dotting my cheeks and temples, too. That was one thing I

Jacob and Jackson almost spit out the contents of their mouths because of what their papa said. Freya bit her lower lip. She was a little shy of her father-in-law. "It's nothing, papa. My head is clean. I don't have lice or dandruff either. It's just really itchy," she replied. "Your topic is disgusting. We're eating here," Jackson whispered. "What did you say, Jack?" asked Don Vandolf in annoyance. "Let's eat again and maybe the conversation will go somewhere else. Your topic is a bit inappropriate because we are eating," answered Jackson.